Life, 1928-11-30 · page 11 of 52
Life — November 30, 1928 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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**"The Safe Hoister" Comic Strip (top):** An eight-panel sequence depicting someone attempting to steal a safe using a pulley system. The progression shows escalating complications—the safe swings wildly, crashes through floors and ceilings, and ultimately falls on the would-be thief. The humor is slapstick: incompetent burglary with physical comedy consequences. **"If Babe Ruth Took Up Football" Cartoon (center):** A surreal illustration imagining famous baseball player Babe Ruth playing football instead. The image shows a football covered in labels ("BALL," "FOOTBALL TODAY," "RATH," "SOCK," etc.) being launched dramatically. The satire pokes fun at Ruth's celebrity status and the absurdity of inserting a baseball legend into an entirely different sport—likely contemporary commentary on cross-sport publicity stunts.
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HOLD IT, NOW WHILE 160 UP = of which they are getting me samples. To luncheon at the Caviar, my_ pet restaurant of the moment, with Billy Powell, he so full of Barcelona and the coming exposition there that I felt as if I must start for Spain at once, even with no better sailing reservations than those afforded by the “Nifia,” the “Pinta” or the “Santa Maria.” Walking afterwards through the town, I did spy in a window the bed which I have been looking for all my life, so into the shop and purchased it with such dispatch that the salesman Tue Sarr Horster must have thought me daft, in especial when I ordered him to hold it until I could make arrangements whereby my husband would think it had been pre- sented to me. Amy Urquart come for tea, and she tells me that she is tired of being a lily and is henceforth going to pounce upon every temptation, what- ever its size, that falls across her path, and yield to it, so that Sam told her she was only changing to a tiger lily. All the time we talked I did sew madly on the napkins of various sizes which kill two Ie Base RutH Toox Ur Footsat birds with one stone for me, through fur- nishing me with nerve-quieting manual labor and serving as Christmas presents, but Lord, I have laid out so mich money on lace and linen for some of them that I had done better to present those for whom they are destined with a gilt-edged security. Dinner, of baked ham and kale, very fine, and then to see “The Grey Fox,” a play which seeks to show that the cruelty of Machiavelli's finesse was due to a disillusion in love and which was infinitely harder on the audience than on the Pisans. So ham-like was it, in fact, that I was at some pains not to tise from my seat and command the per- formance to cease, which Sam, knowing that I had two glasses of champagne at dinner, feigned to be fearful I would do. CREDO From life’s book of tears and laughter I have gained this bit of lore: I'd rather have a morning after Than never have a night before. Mary Carolyn Davies. INCONSIDERATE “Sue’s not that kind.” “But does she let you know it at once without leading you on?” “No, she’s not that kind.” Tourist Version — “Under the spreading chestnut trees the village hot- dog stands.” comicbooks:com